I take it he's a miserable,self important cnut then ?
Spot On and he does it quite beautifully. I shall search some lyrics.
WERE ALL GOING TO DIE
We’re all going to die and what if there’s nothing
We’ll all have to face this alone
There’s a when not an if inside everybody
Mortal thoughts like this can make you feel so alone
You’re gonna die, you’re gonna die, you’re gonna die alone
You’re gonna die, you’re gonna die, you’re gonna die alone
All alone.
And what if I don’t become famous posthumously
Maybe my story’s no good
If I can take one posession then it’ll have to be my duvet
When oblivion comes calling it’ll be so cold
You’re gonna die, you’re gonna die, you’re gonna die alone
You’re gonna die, you’re gonna die, you’re gonna die alone
All alone.
When you can’t sleep at night and there’s no one to hold you
Remember I’m going through the same
You’ve got to laugh into the dark
We’re all one in a million
We’re alive, we existed, we took part, in the game.
We’re gonna die, we’re gonna die, we’re gonna die alone
We’re gonna die, we’re gonna die, we’re gonna die alone
We’re gonna die, we’re gonna die, we’re gonna die alone
All alone.
DEPRESSION LOVE DEATH DEPRESSION LOVE
Death, loving, in my life, nothing
I will leave behind, time is running
I will stay behind, now you’re my woman,
And we’ll both die
So we’ll have to change our minds
From the streets to the stars
To the fields from the bars
My love is a picture out the corner of my eye
your death is a number but I cannae count that high
Now you can see in my eyes everything
I’ve ever done and who I’ve ever been
You don’t need to hear the words out loud
You are my darlin’
Very unusual things, have a habit of happening
No one’s safe from statistics or sure things
I can hear my blood howling in my skin
I cant hide feelings the walls are much too thin
You’ll never find me comfy in a crowd
My hands are starving
Very unusual things, have a habit of happening
No one’s safe from statistics or sure things
Very amazing things, have a habit of bypassing
You can make things happen if you jinx them
Today’s as black as the white Scottish sky
The burning grey as the clocks struggle by
Crude oil in my veins and coal in my lungs
I cant stretch my neck
Death, loving, in my life, nothing
I will leave behind, time is running
I will stay behind, now you’re my woman,
And we’ll both die
So we’ll have to change our minds
From the streets to the stars
To the fields from the bars
My love is a picture out the corner of my eye
your death is a number but I cannae count that high
When he was Arab Strab, his lyrics in involved graphic deaths, rape and what not.